THDK Chapter 41

I Want to See You (Part 2)

As I pulled my fingers out from behind, the stimulation heightened, and I began to stroke slowly. The cool air brushed against my sensitive skin, and I let out a ragged breath. Closing my eyes tightly, I imagined the touch of the hand I loved so much, aiming for climax.

“Nn, ah, ahh… I have to keep my voice down…”

Oreole might hear me. If my voice carries, beasts might come too. I know that, but imagining Nox while pleasuring myself feels overwhelmingly good.

“Ah, ahh~, I’m coming… Nox… I’m gonna… nnnh!”

A thick, white fluid spilled out, staining the ground. My entrance twitched, opening and closing, begging for more.

“Nn… ah…”

Just as I was about to insert my fingers again, I heard a cough, and my shoulders jerked. Flustered, I quickly dressed and returned to the campfire. For some reason, I felt like Oreole’s nonexistent eyes were watching me.

“…Don’t worry, I didn’t hear anything.”

“Eek… ah, ah…”

My face burned red. He heard me, he heard me! He heard me!! The thought repeated in my head as I struggled to come up with an excuse. When nothing came to mind, I stammered, and Oreole told me not to worry about it. My embarrassment only deepened, and my whole body felt hot.

“But you really do think about the Demon King, don’t you?”

“…Yeah. I know I shouldn’t have fallen for Nox, but I just can’t let go. …I’ve really become greedy.”

Things I could easily let go of in the past have become harder to release as I’ve grown older. When I was little, I was allowed to be selfish. But what about now? Now that I’m an adult, am I still allowed to be selfish?

“Do you think the first Hero was happy falling in love with the first Demon King…?”

Did he ever regret it? What was he thinking when he decided to protect the demons’ land? I want to know. Are Heroes and Demon Kings truly destined never to be together?

Regardless of status, gender, or circumstances, staying true to your feelings is incredibly difficult. Even though I know that, I don’t want to lose these feelings.

Because who I love should be my own choice, right?

“At the very least, he likely didn’t regret it.”

“I see…”

I want to make choices I won’t regret, too. Life is only once, so I want to walk the path I believe in.

“Oreole, did you ever have someone you loved?”

I want to know more about Oreole, too. A few seconds of silence filled the air. Just as I was about to speak to Oreole, who seemed hesitant, a faint voice reached my ears.

“…I forgot about such feelings long ago.”

Was it just my imagination, or did his voice sound lonely? I felt like I shouldn’t ask any more and stayed quiet. Feeling sleepy, I decided to hold Oreole close and take a nap.

It’s strange. Oreole is a sword, yet he feels so warm. It’s like our light magic is resonating. It feels like the light is enveloping and protecting my entire body…

“Goodnight, Oreole.”

“I’ll wake you in the morning.”

“Thank you…”

I let my consciousness fade into the darkness. Nox… what are you thinking about right now? Even just a little, I wish you were thinking of me.